A king desires gold;A queen staves her age;The princess craves power,But I grant none of these.

My skill to readStarry maps of nightCreates nothing;Foretells only possibility;And grants no certainty.

Points of light plot no destiny;glittering hope ordains no fate;Foretelling maps only through The black holes of the futuresWhere one falls.

Source: Desires for Youth, Glory, and Gold – The Midnight Flyer